This fictional story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of piss, raunch and scat. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story or have ideas for new chapters, please send me an email: buttsniffer777@gmail.com
Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy
By Butt Sniffer777
Chapter 4.
Even though the night had seemed as though it would never end, Saturday morning finally arrived. Father and son had the car loaded and ready to head to a cabin that belonged to their close family friend Phil. The families were so close that Jeff had grown up calling him Uncle Phil. Rob had gotten the all-clear from Phil that they could use the cabin for a few days, so that's where they were heading. Jeff loved the cabin a great deal, and the prospect of three days alone with his dad up there was almost more than he could handle. His heart leapt as they backed out of the driveway, Jeff waving to his mother as they took off. Rob turned to his son and winked at him, flashing a broad grin. "Well, we made it, huh, Son? You ready to have some fun with your Pop?"
"Yeah, Dad! I can hardly wait to get to the cabin. Can we get naked when we get there, Dad? I'd love that!"
"Of course! Eventually." Rob grinned sideways at his boy while he kept his eyes on the road.
The cabin was a couple hours away, and Rob had proposed that they would eat an early lunch first at a favorite mountain diner that was fairly close to the cabin and then they'd drive on to the place after lunch. As the diner came in to view, they pulled in and Jeff and his dad got out and went into the restaurant. Jeff walked behind his dad, admiring his father's spectacular ass and legs tightly encased in a worn pair of Wranglers. They were seated and given menus, and the man looked over at his boy with a twinkle in his eye. "What is your favorite thing on the menu, Jeff?"
"Gee, Pop - I guess if I could have anything on here, it would be the barbecue ribs and corn on the cob.", Jeff said.
"Well, buddy - since this is going to be a special weekend for you, we need to make sure we do it up right, don't you think? I'll have the same thing!", Rob grinned.
"Awesome, Dad! Thanks!", Jeff beamed. He couldn't believe how cool his father was. And he was so totally gorgeous. Jeff was truly grateful for his kinky dad. It wasn't long before the food arrived, and the both dug in. They enjoyed their ribs and corn, and Rob continued to look into his son's eyes as he took each bite, chewing it and swallowing it down. Jeff was going to enjoy ribs even more before the weekend was over.
Before long it became clear that Jeff was antsy to get to the cabin. He was fidgeting on the bench of the booth and his dad chuckled and said, "Are you itching to get to the cabin and shed some layers, Sport?"
The boy grinned sheepishly and said, "Yeah, Dad - I'd really like to get going."
"OK, Jeff. Let's settle up and hit the road. We're almost there."
Within a matter of minutes Rob was steering the vehicle into the driveway of the cabin. The location was secluded, with the nearest neighbor hundreds of yards away. They would have total privacy while they spent the long weekend in the nude. They started to unload the vehicle, bringing everything into the cabin and getting themselves comfortable. Once they were all situated, Rob pulled his son into a big hug and gave him a long kiss. "We made it, baby boy. Your old man is a bit sweaty with the heat. Hope you don't mind that."
"I love the way you smell, Pop! You know that!", Jeff exclaimed as he took in deep draughts of the pheromones coming from his dad's pits. The boy was in heat and his young boner pushed against his shorts as he snorted his dad's mansmells. He rubbed the handsome man's buxom ass encased in the worn Wranglers like they were a second skin, feeling every bit the adult with the way his father treated him. Jeff was feeling more comfortable pigging out with his dad. Without asking he moved behind his father, shoved his face in Rob's ass and started huffing, taking in the smells of sweat and shit that came through the fabric of the jeans.
Jeff started laughing as he turned to the nearby barstool and placed his hands on it, leaning over so his boy could get his face deeper into the cleft of his ripe trench. "It looks like my little ass sniffer has some unfinished business he wants to tend to, huh?"
"Oh yeah, Dad - can I play with your ass some more? Please?" Jeff huffed and inhaled, rubbing his face all over his father's big butt. Rob's shitty anus was like a beacon sending signals out to the boy, beckoning him deeper for more nasty fun.
"Aaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh......." Rob pushed back with his buxom ass as he reached back and grabbed his boy's head, pushing it into the mound of flesh at the same time he released a putrid blast of gas right into Jeff's mouth, warming his face with the loud explosion of gut stench. The foul wind went on and on. "I've been saving that up for my piggy son. Like that, baby? Daddy's got so many surprises in store for you."
Jeff coughed and wretched from the onslaught of the fart blast, but he kept inhaling and gulping in the thick, warm gas. "Wow, Dad - I can't believe it. What a nasty fart! Awesome!"
The massive explosion of gut stench finally tapered off into a few final dry pops of air. Rob straightened up and started to undo his belt buckle and pants as he kicked his shoes off. "OK, baby - the party has officially begun! I have a feeling my ass-eating son has some cleanup to do before dinner tonight. Are you ready?" The man peeled down his jeans, bending down to push them all the way to the floor before stepping out of them. Jeff was so turned on he couldn't even speak coherently, uttering a guttural noise from deep within as he sank his nose into his own father's filthy, shitty ass trench. The man pulled his boy's face straight into the thick smear of crap that shone through the worn fabric of his underwear, rubbing his son's face all over the turd stain as his twisted boy made noises of complete, utter pleasure. Both Rob and Jeff were utterly taken in by the intimacy of what they were about to do. Rob hauled his shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor next to his Wranglers and gently pulled his son to his feet, kissed him passionately. Holding Jeff's hand in his own, he grabbed an old quilt they'd brought, quietly whispering to his boy, "Let's go to the bedroom, Son." Rob led Jeff to the next room.
The quilt was quickly spread over the bed and the handsome, hairy man climbed up and grabbed the headboard, bending his widely spread legs slightly so that he could present his filthy craphole to his boy. The father had his head down and eyes closed while he arched his back and pushed his massive, hairy ass out for his son. The sight was so wanton and depraved, but it was also the most intimate and taboo thing imaginable. The room was quiet as the boy quickly tore off his clothes and climbed up onto the bed. Jeff feasted his eyes on the sight of his father striking the most beautiful pose he'd ever seen, the man naked save for his socks and the pair of underwear that sported a huge, crappy skidmark on the seat. Rob could hear the boy's soft breathing as Jeff reveled in his father's unconditional offer of himself. Jeff remembered the unbelievable feeling from the night before when his father had pushed a lump of turd into his mouth through the fabric of these very same underwear, and he pictured in his mind's eye what waited for him.
The naked boy moved forward on the bed, eyes never wavering from the exquisite view of his dad's spectacular bum. He approached until he was just a couple of inches away from Rob's ass, looking at the thin fabric of his father's briefs and the massive turd stain on display. Leaning in, Jeff inhaled the heady, dark scent emanating from the most secret part of his father. He moaned softly as his head started to spin from the stench. "Ooooohhhh, Pop - that smells so awesome. I can't believe I get to do this."
"I love knowing that my boy is so happy eating my craphole. Do you mind if I share the fun with you? We have quite a bit of cleanup to do before dinner."
Jeff wasn't sure what his dad meant, but he was happy to share with him. "Sure, Dad - what would you like?"
"Take my underwear off, baby." The boy reached out and started to pull the filthy skivvies down, while his father stepped out of them. Once the underwear was lying on the quilt, Rob said, "Give those to me, boy. I'll work on them while you work on the real thing." Rob reached back for the underwear as he resumed his position. He turned them inside out and Jeff could see the inside of the seat caked in feces. Rob turned and gave his son a brief grin as he said, "I'll get these cleaned up and you can do the same thing for my hole."
"Cool, Dad!" Jeff watched his father as he put the shitty mess into his mouth and started sucking the dried turd out of the cloth. Jeff watched his father for a couple minutes in utter amazement as the handsome, hairy man enjoyed chewing up chunks of his own feces. The boy turned his attention back to his dad's ample butt. The greasy trench was pasty with the lump of turd that had been pushed from Rob's hole the previous evening. A good chunk of it was held in place by the dark ass hairs, while the rest was smeared around the pink, winking center, looking like a chunky brown aureole. Jeff leaned in and breathed deeply, and he was almost immediately enveloped in a massive cloud of gas as his father loosened his anus to expel a loud, rumbling fart. The boy could see the lips of his dad's mancunt vibrating with the rush of air as it escaped, making the chunks of crap flop around in the foul wind, held only by the embedded ass hairs. He reveled in the feeling of the thick blast of noxious gas as it slammed against his face, and he lost no time in pushing his lips into the dank, greasy crack of his father's exquisite shit mouth. Jeff worked the largest piece of fecal material loose from the anchoring hairs and worked it around on his tongue, analyzing the taste and texture of the chunk of mangrunt. It was a delicous, intense flavor that was both sweet and salty, overlaid with a strong, shitty taste and subflavors of sweat and ass grease. The texture was smooth and pasty, and it softened beautifully on his tongue as he manipulated it in his mouth. "Wow, Pop - this shit tastes so good! It's different from your last batch."
Rob pulled the underwear from his mouth and said, "You like that, Son? Tastes delicious, doesn't it?" Jeff made an appreciative noise in agreement, not wanting to take his mouth away from his crap scouring duties. The man had been soaking his filthy briefs in his mouth, loosening the embedded turds and sucking the soft, sludgy liquid down as he felt his son's tongue digging into his mancunt, the boy scrubbing at his trench and removing the chunks of sludge from around his hole. Both father and son were lost in the moment, focused on the amazing taste of human shit in their mouths, small chunks of waste lodging in the cracks of their teeth.
Eventually they came up for air. Rob turned and kneeled facing his son and they exchanged a kiss, tongues searching the other's mouth and loosening the wedged pieces of fecal matter from teeth, sharing the remnants of their snack between them. The handsome man gazed into his son's eyes with such love, his smile ringed with a film of liquefied turd. "I'm so proud of you, Jeff. You've become such an accomplished shit licker, boy. You were born to eat man mud for sure!" The man sported a monstrously hard erection after their bout of shit play.
"I love cleaning your butt so much, Dad. I still can't believe you get off on me doing it, but it's like heaven for me!"
"I'm so glad, baby. You've made wonderful progress.", Rob squeezed his son tightly. "I feel like I have a bit of crap in the oven that needs to come out before dinner. Do you want to watch?", the man asked, grinning.
"Do I ever! Yes, Pop!" Jeff was immediately excited at the prospect of watching his dad take a shit.
"OK, Sport - let's make that happen. Follow me."
Rob led Jeff into the bathroom, where he had his son kneel in front of the toilet. As Jeff got into position, his father lifted his leg and brought it over his son's head as he turned to face the wall and sat down, his wide, voluptuous ass spreading across the toilet seat, massive erection pointed toward the toilet tank. The man leaned forward over the tank and the huge, inverted heart of his ass spread even wider, exposing his crack and the freshly licked hole as it aimed down into the bowl. Jeff was transfixed at the sight and brought his face close in so that he could see everything.
Rob turned to look at his son over his shoulder. "What do you think, baby - can you see well enough?"
"Oh yeah, Dad - it's amazing!" Jeff enthused.
"Good deal, Sport. Gotta clear the decks for dinner, and this should do the trick. Enjoy it, boy!" With that Rob turned back around to face the wall, leaning over the toilet tank again. Jeff eagerly leaned forward, practically leaning his nose on the rim of the toilet seat so that he could see everything point blank. The freshly cleaned hairs surrounding his dad's hole retracted and blossomed out again as his father started to flex his butt ring. At this angle, the hole of his dad's crapper started to protrude, creating a mound of flesh and ass ring pushing out from the center of Rob's buttcrack. It was such a beautiful shape, and the play of butt muscle was intoxicating for the boy to watch. Rob pushed and pulled his mancunt muscles over and over so that Jeff would have a chance to really look at what was happening. As the hole pushed outward one more time, Rob released another thunderous fart, this one made even more impressive as the sound reverberated in the toilet bowl. Jeff's nose was just inches away from the epicenter of the blast and he sucked in as much of the filthy gas as he could, stomach fluttering in anticipation of what he was about to witness. Sure enough, his father let out a low, satisfied grunt. "All riiiight.... Here it comes, baby - get ready!"
This time, a magnificent odor of warm feces filled the bowl as the protruding mound of ass pushed out even farther, heralding the arrival of Rob's shit. The lips of Rob's mancunt started to become puffy and distended. The ring expanded even more and a firm, brown point of crap slowly began its descent from the man's body. Rob controlled the speed of his shit, letting it emerge slowly and languidly, affording his son an extended view of the process. Jeff could hear soft crackling and a moist, greasy popping sound as the greenish turd moved into view covered in a viscous layer of butt juice. The lips of his father's ass were incredible, all puffed out and blossoming open, held widely apart by the thick, solid column of digested food. Rob's ass hairs were caught in the sticky coating of butt juice and were drug downward and away from his trench, pulled along the sides of the shit by the progress of the emerging log. Everything glistened in the dim light that penetrated into the toilet bowl through the space made where Rob leaned forward. By the time several inches of feces had made it out of Rob's distended hole, he stopped pushing and just relaxed, allowing the fat piece of turd to hang suspended over the water in the bowl.
"What do you think, Son - do you like what you see?", father asked his boy. "Go ahead and investigate if you'd like, baby."
"Oh, Dad - it's amazing! I can't believe how beautiful it looks!" Jeff was transfixed at the sight. The turd was knobbed and gnarled, looking very solid and substantial as it hung in mid-air. There was just enough space between the toilet seat and his dad's spread-out ass that Jeff could carefully reach his hand into the bowl and touch the crap. He very gingerly explored the turd with his fingers, feeling the knobby texture of the shit as well as the soft, swollen lips of his father's shit tube as Rob's mancunt caressed the log of turd.
"Oh, Jeff - I can feel your fingers touching my shitter and it feels amazing! Keep your fingers where they are. Papa's gonna squeeze this baby off, OK?" And with a soft grunt, he pushed gently and a couple more inches emerged from his shit hole, the knobby surface of the feces bouncing wetly past Jeff's fingers. Rob slowly started to apply pressure to the big turd, throttling it with his ass ring until the solid piece of crap was suddenly released and fell into the water with a loud plop.
"Wow, Dad! That was totally awesome!", Jeff exclaimed as he felt the sticky, greasy crap being cut loose and his father's asshole shrinking back into place, a small piece of remaining shit dangling from several of the ass hairs. Jeff's boner was aching almost beyond the point of comfort, he was so aroused by everything he'd just experienced. He pulled his fingers back out of the bowl, examining the brownish-green sheen on them before he stuck them in his mouth to lick the digits clean.
"Wanna do some final mop-up, my little shit-licker?" Rob asked as he looked back over his shoulder at Jeff. Here you go, Son. He lifted slightly and moved back so that his hole was suspended outside of the toilet seat. Jeff immediately bent over so that he could get his mouth on his dad's asshole, jacking his cock furiously all the while. He wasted no time in plucking the dangling shit from its precarious perch, chewing it up and swallowing before he returned his tongue to his father's puffy hole where he licked and probed until he'd gotten every tiny morsel of Rob's fresh, warm crap. Just as he finished spit shining his dad's hole he shot a huge load all over the base of the toilet, yelling in unalloyed ecstasy.
The boy leaned his head into the base of his father's spine, panting and moaning with pleasure. Bit by bit he calmed down, straightened up and licked his lips, beaming at his father who stood up and reached down to his son, helping him to his feet.
"Oh my gawd, Pop - that was totally insane!!", Jeff exclaimed. "I can't believe I just got to do that. I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"
"And you haven't even gotten your real gift yet, baby. Now that we're all set for dinner in a few hours, let's take a nap and you'll be ready for more hamburgers tonight."
"Hamburgers? Again?" Jeff asked his father.
"Yes, Son - but this time it'll be your dad's special burgers. I think you're ready, and you're going to like them a lot." Rob stared intently at his boy.
Jeff paused to consider this, and his eyes opened as big as saucers as it dawned on him what his father was telling him. "You mean....?"
"Yes, Sport - homemade and served up fresh, just for you. You think you're ready for that?"
Jeff's jaw dropped and his eyes reflected his excitement, along with a tiny bit of apprehension at the thought of what the evening was to bring. Slowly, he said, "Yeah, Pop - I think I'd like to try it."
Rob pulled his son into a warm, gentle embrace. "We'll make sure you have the time of your life, baby. I think you're going to love this! Let's go relax and rest while we wait for dinner, OK?"
"OK, Dad!"